Thunder & Lightning vs Love & Lust: Strip Smother Collar Chaos

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Lyssa’s eyes sparked coldly, the bluenette cackling as she watched Angel express an amusingly hesitant response to the threat of being face-sat by Storm.

“Oho, you think you could handle that!?” Lyssa grinned. “Trust me, you could not.”

Lyssa then gave a textbook demonstration of why she shouldn’t be trusted, by setting up and landing her deceitful Enziguri spin kick perfectly. The lithe little Brit launched a hard, athletic boot into Angel’s head, sending him stumbling.

The move sent Lyssa down to the canvas too, of course, but the nimble nymph kept her poise and was quick to scramble upright, to face the reeling, kneeling Angel. She was mildly impressed by the blonde’s resilience – it was a hard kick, and it hadn’t dropped him entirely, a reminder that these femboys were tougher than they looked.

“Oh, no, we wouldn’t want anyone to be left out,” Lyssa drawled mockingly in response to her opponent. Before he could collect himself, Lyssa would rush up to him and grab a handful of his blonde tresses. It wasn’t often that she got to utilise hair-pulling in a mixed match!

Her other hand would grab the back of his pink thong, and pull sharply upwards. Cruelly getting control of Angel with a vicious hairpull-and-wedgie combo, she would yank the kneeling wrestler to his feet. Moving quickly, she would spin him in a half-circle to gain momentum, then fling him at the nearby ropes.

It was a thoroughly heelish way of performing an irish whip; if Angel managed to keep his balance, the ropes would bounce him back towards Lyssa, where the malicious Brit would be waiting to clothesline her prey!

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It seemed that while Storm had proven to be quite the terrifying presence when alone in the ring with one of the men, the double team had forced her to tag out, and as Lyssa taunted Angel, it seemed that the idea of Storm facesitting him excited him more than terrified him. It seemed that the smaller woman of the tag team wanted to make sure Angel understood that the two were not to be trifled with as well, as she rushed towards him, and after throwing a kick to the chest that she planned for him to catch, Angel would find himself being booted in the head with a hard enziguri! The blonde male's head whipped to the side, long hair flying through the air as he stumbled back, before dropping down to a knee, clearly rattled thanks to the kick, and Lyssa was on him before he could fully right himself, getting up close and grabbing both his ponytail, and thong, to yank him upright!

"Ow! Ow ow ow!" Angel let out a yelp as Lyssa used both hair and underwear to swing him around, holding onto him as she built up the momentum before he was suddenly released, sent running into the ropes! The curvy male just barely managed to keep himself upright, and as he bounced into the ropes, he was sent right back at Lyssa, who was awaiting him with a clothesline that would send him straight down the mat!

Angel, however, had no intention of letting it hit!

As he rushed towards the smaller of the Thunder & Lightning duo, Angel would duck his head low, slipping underneath Lyssa's strike, and twisting himself around to end up behind her, as he looked to quite suddenly turn the tables!

"You might be surprised at what I can handle!" Angel teased, as he suddenly swung his leg around one of Lyssa's, before he slipped his body up and underneath her arm before wrapping his around her head, as he looked to lock in an abdominal stretch! The hold would press Lyssa's body right up against his, and Angel would quite quickly torque hard and flex her core, looking to slow her roll and allow himself to take a moment to recover!

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Lyssa was cackling cruelly as she subjected Angel to the harsh, and humiliating, wedgie-and-hairpull-assisted throw across the ring. She was looking forward to seeing how much abuse the blonde could take, and was already plotting more mischief as she swung out for a clothesline.

And, unfortunately for her, missed.

Her eyes widened and she hissed in anger as her strike sailed harmlessly over the head of her ducking opponent. Angel was showing some serious sass, as he had the nerve to quip, adding to Lyssa’s frustration. He was also showing some serious ring smarts, as he smoothly transitioned his dodge into an attack of his own.

The disoriented Brit yelped as the tables turned on her, Angel’s arms unexpectedly wrapping across her head from the side, whilst his leg straddled hers, locking her in an abdominal stretch.

“Nghh! Fuck!” Lyssa snarled as she wriggled in vain, wanting to escape the hold but finding it locked on tight. She grunted as her body was twisted, Angel applying pressure from behind to painfully stretch her abdomen. Pushing against the scantily-clad pretty boy proved fruitless, and she bit her lip as the pressure from the controlling hold slowly ratcheted up the pain.

This was a bad spot for the bluenette; her offensive momentum had been wiped out by Angel’s well-chosen counter. The crowd were certainly enjoying seeing the topless girl getting captured from behind in this way, but the victim’s quivers and grunts made it clear that Lyssa was less than happy! She tried throwing an elbow back at her attacker, but her free arm didn’t have the right angle to mount much of an attack.

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With Lyssa reentering the match, the bluenette would quickly face off with Angel, as she got ahold of him by both the thong and the hair, using them to throw him across the ring, letting him come back towards her as she looked to blast him with a clothesline. Only Angel, ever the clever and technically minded wrestler, would use this to his advantage, as he slipped behind Lyssa, and in a move that was just as quick as it was showy, he would slip his body around hers to intertwine their frames, as he locked her in a tight abdominal stretch! The hold would immediately begin to twist Lyssa's core, stretching her abdomen, and her flailing limbs would have no way to get to him, elbows all falling short as he held onto her! But while Lyssa fought and twisted and cursed, the blonde had an idea to pacify her, and given the nature of the match, it perhaps wouldn't be a surprise to anyone... besides perhaps Lyssa and Storm!

"Oh Lyssaaaaaaaa..." Angel teased, gently twisting Lyssa's head towards him, getting her to look his way. However, when she did, she wouldn't find any smug remarks or gentle words, but instead his lips pressing into hers, as he leaned forwards and took her into a soft but intimate kiss, gently smooching her while still holding her tight in the submission! Angel even brought a hand up to gently massage her chest while he did so, but he wasn't doing this only to take Lyssa off guard, but to slowly relax her, all while he gently began to shift them both backwards!

The slow movement would bring the pair back towards the turnbuckle, and as they reached it, Jamie would lean out and tap Angel on the shoulder, as the duo performed another quick tag, letting the raven haired male slip into the ring!

"Don't worry Lyssa, we'll make sure your clothes are nicely set aside for when you wake back up..." Jamie teased, sliding his hands from her sides down to her hips, where he would catch hold of the waistband of her bottoms! The duo would look to have Lyssa slowly being stripped nude as Angel continued to kiss her, using both pain and pleasure to overwhelm her as they worked towards their goal!

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Lyssa was quite a flexible gal, and the abdominal stretch that Angel had locked on wasn’t the most excruciating of holds, but there was still a disorienting amount of pain for the trapped wrestler to deal with. Worse, though, was the frustration Lyssa felt at having her advantage turned on its head. She was supposed to be toying with Angel, not the other way around!

Initially, her anger expressed itself through some unfocused flailing, as she tried (and failed) to cause some retaliatory pain to her opponent. She flinched as Angel grabbed her head, expecting more abuse, but then quivered in surprise as the blonde pulled her in for a kiss!

“Mmphh!” yelped Lyssa in not-unpleasant surprise, as their lips locked. Trapped in the abdominal stretch, she couldn’t really move away… but as seconds passed, she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to! Angel was a good kisser, sensitive and soft, and Lyssa couldn’t help but purr appreciatively at the feel of his tongue meeting her own. The fact that his athletic body was stripped to a thong, and she herself was topless, added to her undeniable enjoyment. The pain of the submission hold dulled, as she felt a frisson of excitement at her situation.

“Bastard…” Lyssa hissed breathily between kisses. Her impulse control was abysmal; Lyssa was very much used to getting what she wanted, which could backfire spectacularly on her if an opponent knew how to exploit it. She found herself getting a little light-headed, body quivering and nipples hardening, as Angel carefully caressed her.

Her attention focused on the blonde’s french kiss, she barely registered the fact that he was slowly manoeuvring her back towards the boys’ corner.

“Lyssa, snap out of it!” an exasperated Storm called out across the ring, to no avail. She outright facepalmed as Jamie got in range to gleefully make the tag.

Lyssa did realise her lapse in judgement, too late, as Jamie slipped in front of her, laying his hands on her sides.

“Oh no…” the blunette gulped, ashen-faced. She struggled and squirmed, but Angel’s hold on her remained firm.

She bit her lip and winced at the incoming humiliation, as Jamie slowly ran his fingers down her topless body, before pausing at the waistband of her bottoms.

There was nothing Lyssa could say to avoid her fate, even if she hadn’t been horribly distracted by her tormented and teased predicament. “You… fucking… mphhhmmm…” she tried to protest, before Angel moved to kiss her again, overwhelming any argument she may have had.

The crowd gave a leering roar of approval as Jamie hooked his fingers into Lyssa’s outfit and slid both her pants and thong down her pale thighs, leaving her fully nude!

Lyssa tried to kick out at Jamie as he stripped the last of her costume from her leg, but she was struggling to fight back properly now, as she found herself hurting, humiliated, held, and (increasingly) horny.

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Deftly avoiding a clothesline from the smaller member of the female tag team, Angel had managed to capture Lyssa in a tight submission hold, twisting his body around hers to hold her in place with an abdominal stretch, leaving her stuck against him. The mouthy bluenette quickly began to twist and thrash, but despite all of her attempted elbows and hissed vulgarities, Angel didn't drop the hold, making sure that she was stuck, and once he managed to tilt her head towards him, he'd go for an entirely different style of offense! Leaning forwards, he'd bring his mouth against Lyssa's, tongue intruding between her lips to wrestle with hers, while he slowly eased her backwards towards his corner. The gentle yet passionate kiss would keep her well and truly occupied, and Angel couldn't help but feel a small tingle as Lyssa growled gently in between soft and very intimate smooches!

Jamie's tag only added to the troublesome situation that she was in, as the raven haired male slipped into the ring, walking around the pair and sizing up the situation, before crouching down in front of Lyssa, gently running his hands along her body before slipping his fingers into her waistband. Lyssa protested only slightly before Angel re-captured her lips, and Jamie would proceed to pull her shorts down, lowering them until they rested around her ankles, leaving Lyssa as the first competitor to be completely nude!

"Hope your partner finds this as entertaining as you did when it was her turn..." Jamie teased, before leaning in and giving a few gentle kisses to the inside of Lyssa's thighs, gently moving closer and closer to her center.

And then, after a few gentle nibbles to the insides of her legs, Jamie would bury his face into her crotch, running his tongue over her womanhood before slipping it inside, beginning to eat Lyssa out in the center of the ring! The bluentte would find herself taking a sensual assault from both sides, as Angel continued to grope and kiss her in the submission, while Jamie devoured her, the two switching their tactics firmly to overwhelm the mouthy wrestler with pleasure!

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The boys had proven themselves to be extremely tricksy opponents, and part of Lyssa knew that she really shouldn’t be letting her guard down, lest she be subjected to an unpleasant surprise. Unfortunately, another part of Lyssa was really enjoying being kissed and groped – and it was this libidinous side of hers that held sway for now.

She didn’t even really mind the mild humiliation of being stripped, despite the leers of the crowd – every wrestler here was more-or-less naked now, so being the first to be completely nude felt like more of a technicality, than anything. It mean that her bare ass now brushed against Angel’s hardened cock, proof (if it were needed) that she wasn’t the only one getting excited here.

Getting stripped also meant that Jamie’s firm, teasing kisses, planted higher and higher up her inner thighs, suddenly had a lot more potential. Lyssa was quivering in anticipation now, and couldn’t believe her luck when the black-haired boy would bury his face in her wet crotch!

“Oh, yes!” she gasped happily between kisses. These tricksy foes may have indeed surprised her, but at least it was a pleasant one. She moaned hungrily into Angel’s mouth as Jamie began to go down on her, with surprising care and skill. Lyssa was soon hot and flustered at the electric sensations running though her sex and up her spine. The blue-haired Brit was more used to being a domme, and in an ideal world she would have sat herself on Jamie’s face for this; her thighs did press yearningly against the boy’s features to that effect, but with her arms trapped by Angel, and her ankles tangled in her shorts, she was too constrained to take control.

Still, it would hardly matter. “Oh, you boys will make such good slaves,” she purred breathily between kisses, in a vain attempt to assert her dominance, but it was clear she was getting thoroughly worked over. In fact, she wasn’t even trying to fight it. Lyssa didn’t give a damn, it wasn’t a hentai match, there was an orgasm stirring rapidly within her, and the selfish little spitfire saw no reason to deny herself pleasure.

“Oh… mphh…. Yess…. MNGHH!!” Lyssa’s lithe body started to shake in anticipation of the onrushing climax. Gasping and moaning, she slipped her mouth to the side and bit down on Angel’s ear lobe as she reached the peak of her pleasuring, giving the poor blonde a playful (but sharp) nibble as she revelled in her ecstasy.

Unless the boys outright let her go at that, though, she had utterly lost the initiative – Lyssa was red-faced, spent, panting, and weak-legged. For now, she was smiling, but across the ring, Storm was watching with gritted teeth, as she feared her partner had picked self-gratification over staying competitive in this match.

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With Angel holding her in his clutches and Jamie removing her bottoms, Lyssa was left stuck with the effeminate men as they got her naked, while Angel continued to kiss and fondle her, leaving her purring in excitement as Jamie kissed along the insides of her thighs. It was clear that she was enjoying herself, and the struggles and attempted elbows that she had been trying to throw at Angel had disappeared by now, the blonde having a much easier time keeping her still, barely needing to use any muscle to keep her in the hold. Instead, he put much more focus into liplocking the trapped bluenette, gently groping her chest as Jamie went about his business with her pants, the black haired male eventually burying himself between her legs. Lyssa was full on moaning loudly in support of their actions now, and the two continued to pamper her, eating her out and fondling her all as she shook in their grasp.

"You taste delicious..." Angel whispered into Lyssa's ear, Jamie making a sound from between her thighs that likely meant that he agreed. The pair would push Lyssa further and further, and the longer that they went on, the more aggressive Jamie's tongue became, burying deep inside Lyssa before coming out to play with her clit, repeating the process again and again, as Angel held her fast, his tongue wrestling with hers with only the occasional break to breathe.

And then, all at once, Lyssa began to shake and tremble within their grasp, letting out a long and loud moan, giving Angel's ear a few gentle nibbles, while the blonde gave her a few soft kisses on the neck. And then, all at once, she seemed to relax, her body going slack within their grasp as Jamie pulled away from between her legs, offering one last tender kiss as Angel did the same, unfurling himself from her body. The blonde would give her a gentle push forwards, sending her down to Jamie who would catch her, flip her over, and tenderly lay her down on the canvas.

Right in position to be eliminated.

Sweet dreams Lyssa. We hope we're in them..." Jamie teased, before swinging a leg over, and quickly planting his large, thick ass directly on the downed woman's face, burying her between his cheeks in a reverse facesit. Jamie would reach down and grab hold of one of her legs, folding it up so that he could reach between her legs once more and gently run his fingers over Lyssa's womanhood, a light and delicate touch, all while he looked to smother the trapped woman into a peaceful slumber!

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Lyssa was not a hentai wrestler, and so the significance of being brought to orgasm in the middle of the ring had been somewhat lost on her. The impish Brit had impulsively caved to her more carnal impulses without a second thought. Jamie’s probing tongue between her legs was good, so good, and the pleasure it brought her soon reached a crescendo.

For a few moments, it was bliss. The boy had worked her expertly, and she felt nothing but a rush of happiness, squealing her climax loudly.

Seconds later, though… doubt began to creep in. The crowd were raucous, and Lyssa started to realise that yes, she had just allowed herself to be fucked to orgasm in the middle of the ring, with hundreds of fans watching, and cameras capturing every angle for posterity. She could brush any lingering shame aside, though, immediately rationalising that the hentai girls did worse every evening.

The more pressing problem, though, was that she was fucking spent. Her legs were weak, her heart fluttering, her legs quivering. She suddenly realised that she was going to struggle to take on Jamie in a straight up wrestle, after all that. Thinking frantically, she wondered what dirty trick she could pull to force an opening and retreat to Storm’s corner, as she urgently needed to regroup and…

...and of course the boys were several steps ahead of her. Their teamwork was so smooth it was unsettling, as Angel gently disengaged and pushed her forwards into Jamie’s waiting arms. Lyssa barely knew what was happening as the black-haired male effortlessly flipped her unresisting body, leaving her floored and disoriented.

“Wh… what the…?” she spluttered softly, rubbing her hormone-addled head. Her dazed eyes widened a little as she saw Jamie move to straddle her upper body. Lyssa’s pretty features froze in fear, as the pink thong of the boy’s plump booty came into focus, hovering ominously above her.

She wanted a post-coital rest, sure, but absolutely not like this. Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the prospect of suffering the reverse facesit, and she started to squirm – but it was too late.

“Mmmphhh!!” Lyssa gave a muffled moan of protest as Jamie sat his ass down swiftly, smothering her face. She cringed inwardly as his sweaty, scantily clad cheeks pressed firmly into her, squashing her head, locking her in a humiliating prison.

Lyssa kicked her legs angrily, though there wasn’t much energy in her struggle. Jamie utilised this to add insult to injury, grabbing her raised leg and pulling it backwards. The already-scandalised Lyssa gave another involuntary moan of protest, as her opponent playfully stroked at her now-exposed pussy.

Fucking bastard, she wanted to scream, but her world was dark, and her mouth and nose thoroughly smothered. Her short blue hair was all that was visible from under Jamie’s rear, making quite the visual picture. Her head had already been swirling from the orgasm, but now anger, humiliation, and oxygen deprivation were entering the mix. Lyssa’s heart was pounding, and she flopped helplessly, but there was no escape. The next few minutes were absolutely devastating, a gruelling ordeal with her nose in Jamie’s derriere. With excruciating slowness, her raging emotions were slowly replaced with stifling panic, and a pain in her lungs, before blackness began to creep in at the edges of her consciousness, and poor Lyssa finally went limp.

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For as much as Lyssa had enjoyed the treatment that Jamie and Angel had been giving her, and the men themselves enjoyed it, what she seemed to have forgotten was that this match was based around smothering, and given that she was the first one in the nude, that made her the prime target! Jamie and Angel certainly hadn't forgotten, and so after Lyssa had finished, the pair would make sure she was down on the canvas before she could recover, Jamie catching her and flipping her to land on his back, before swinging a leg over to straddle her head. All at once, the blue haired beauty seemed to remember what was going on, but her protests didn't stop Jamie at all from dropping directly onto her face, burying between his cheeks all at once as he smothered her, leaving her naked body weakly writhing underneath him.

Jamie's soft words and gentle touch on Lyssa's exposed sex after the two had brought her to a climax, and slowly, he would make sure to keep a light pressure all the way up until she went limp underneath him, passing out between Jamie's cheeks! The curvy male gave a smile as he glanced over his shoulder, before eventually standing up off of her, allowing her to go free, asleep on the mat, all while Jamie would circle around her.

"Look at that... I wasn't sure if she was capable of being quiet, but here she is." Jamie teased, before reaching down and beginning to heft Lyssa up, holding her as he began to drag her to a neutral corner, looking over to Storm and flashing her a smile.

"Just one second! Gotta make sure she's not going anywhere soon. You know how it is, right?" Jamie would soon arrive at the corner with a still-sleeping Lyssa, as the effeminate male would prop her up against the turnbuckles. From there, he would gently grab hold of the nearby collar, the one prepared specifically for this moment, and fasten it around Lyssa's neck, making her the first wrestler to be officially eliminated from this match!